Monarch Of The White Flames Novels & Stories

The fire did not ask her to kneel. It bowed. She stepped onto the pedestal. The twin flames rose higher. Wrapped around her in spirals. The wind roared through the open walls. And every wolf in the valley howled. Not in fear. Not in loyalty. In recognition. The land remembered. The gods stirred. And the sky, The sky bled red. Mourne stood at the entrance, eyes wide. “She’s not taking the throne,” he whispered. “She’s changing it.” The fire split one last time.

For in place of the flames was the element that birthed fire. Several lightning bolts appeared intermittently around Mane’s figure. Whenever they did, a white light would flash briefly within his eyes before disappearing. The lightning consumed every part of him: his clothes, his body, and his weapons. The pitch black blades looked like swords made by priests, for they shone brightly and exposed a whiteness that was not at all their nature. Looking at them now, no one would be able to identify them as the dark swords that Mane used. For they were as white as the Light Tree itself. And their cries of excitement filled the hearts of the monkeys with dread. And in that respect, even the Monkey

"These flowers are for you, Grandaunt Cassie and Aunt Rosie." When I saw how happy Mom looked, I regretted not bringing her home earlier. She'd been subjected to insults and mockery with Dad, but at home, she was Grandpa and Grandma's pride and joy. We had a lively meal. Uncle Brad turned on the TV to watch the news. Just then, a breaking news report came on. "A villa belonging to the Gray family accidentally caught fire. Gray Corporation's CEO and Shaw Group's heir are burned after trying to put out the fire."

The five elements and the universe were all turned into ashes in front of the white flames. The flame of the Yan Realm flowed with an angry aura in the face of the white flame. It was like a battle between beast kings. One mountain could not tolerate two tigers. There could only be one king in this world! Not only that, but the power of the Lich was greatly increased as the white flames permeated the air. The many injuries that had just been inflicted on the Lich had all recovered. This white flame was not only powerful, but also special. It turned the situation around in an instant.

“I forbade this country! I don't even step foot in the royal capital myself unless ordered, and yet you brought a fragile human straight into the middle of a Lycan outbreak.” His voice broke. “If she dies because of this… I’ll never forgive you.” Talia’s face crumpled. Inside her mind, Lyra let out a low, grief-stricken whine. “Enough.” Bellamy stepped forward. The air itself seemed to grow heavier. His eyes burned gold. “Submission, Beta.” His voice dropped into something ancient. “By the blood of the Alpha line… I command you. Kneel.” Devon gasped. Fenrir whimpered helplessly inside him as the royal command crushed every instinct to resist. His knees slammed against the marble floor.

I leaned down toward his face, keeping my voice low and demanding. "Tell me all you know about Brooks and why you needed her to become more powerful." Flint let out a weak, wet cough, spitting blood onto the stone floor. Even though he was completely battered, he still managed to look up at me with a surprisingly regal air. "Have you heard of the white wolves?" I stared back at him with a completely blank expression, the unfamiliar name failing to ring any bells in my mind. "I haven't." My answer didn't shock Flint at all. Instead, a bitter, knowing smirk played on his bloody lips as he shook his head in disgust.

The luxurious, pristine white manor was now shrouded in thick smoke as it was engulfed by flames. I threw away the key, tore off the necklace around my neck, and threw it into the fire. Then, listening to the roaring flames behind me, I left the villa where I had grown up. I thought, 'Atlas, let's never meet again.'

"Everyone knows the Rivera girl is a rare white wolf. Her pups will be top-tier Alphas, every single one. Whoever mates her becomes the future Alpha King." "And look at her—the Moon Goddess must've carved her by hand." "A wolf like that, blood like that, Is Damian insane?" "Poor Rivera girl. Her own mate doesn't even want her." The whispers circled. Everyone was certain I'd name Damian—they'd all seen how badly I'd fallen for him. In my last life, I worshiped Damian as my savior. White wolves are rare, which means my life was never peaceful. I got snatched by rogues once.

You can call it toxic but this is what it is. Aarhan is cunning and selfish and obviously uncontrollable like Flames no one can do anything against him or control him just like any other Sheerazi men. The story still has few revelations left so yeah do not stop reading yet. And a few twists as well. Next update when I will be done writing the chapter Stay tuned to know what is going to happen Do Share your thoughts on the chapter and leave reviews on the book and vote with gems as well Show others how much you love the book..

A flame started burning in front of Alex. “ Who will make the sacrifice?” Mr. Wangchuck asked suddenly. Eric and Emily looked at each other unsurely. I had no clue which sacrifice he was talking about. I was about to ask him when he said, “ One of you have to make a cut in your hand and let the blood fall into the flames drop by drop till the ritual is completed. The major challenge is that our wounds heal quickly. So you would have to deepen the wound again and again. The ritual will fail if the blood doesn’t fall for a long time.”